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SIR GEDDES 



AlVI) OTHER I>OE>IS 



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FUN, FICTION AND FANCY 




FREDERICK McMILLEN 




THE AUTHOR 



and other poems 

of 

Fun, Fiction and Fancy 



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Copyrighted 1922 

by 

FREDERICK McMILLEN, 

Minneapolis, Minn. 




Price 75 cents per copy 



Saturday post Printing & Publishing co.. Inc. 

MINNEAPOLIS. MINN. 






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PUBLIC OPINION, 



The good people opine, I may often surmise, 
That a poet tho learned, may be not very wise; 
That his mind is confined, and reason will bear. 
To the ways of the worm, the fowls of the air; 
To the leaves on the trees, the blades of the grass 
And the various mammals, including the ass; 
Of its station in life, inclination to drink 
And the mould of its mind, by which it may think. 

But the public opinion is often as thin 
As the delicate web that the spider may spin; 
Controlled in advance by the masterful mind 
With a purpose to serve, and some axes to grind ; 
Who will seek to invite the dear public to share 
In his bountiful wisdom, with knowledge to spare. 
Which is groundless in fact as the fanciful fright 
That may startle a child from its slumbers at 
night. 



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THE CRITIC. 



A critic said *Vour lines are bare 
Of quality and virtue rare 
By which the greater masters won 
Applause from all — offending none. 

**And that the poet of today, 
Should choose the light fantastic way. 
And gain the clamor of the throng 
By innuendoes in his song.** 

Poor critics frequently ignore 
The hidden truths the poets pour 
Because their vision fails to scan 
The nobler purposes of man. 

The poet's object and his worth 
Are like the miner's in the Earth 
Whose constant care and watchful eye 
Discern the wealth the throng pass by. 

Pity the mind whose moving cause 
Appeals alone to vein applause. 
And fails the truth from dust to raise 
For want of common public praise. 

Pity the day the public scorn 
The power within the poet born. 
And cherished as his richest prize; 
The right and will to criticize. 

—5— 



A MINER'S PHANTOM. 



Within an isolated cabin on 

Mount Lincoln's lonely side. 
Where the wind in spiteful 

gestures bore a dominating pride, 
And the moonbeams seem to falter 

but occasionally might dare 
To lend their modest presence to 

the mistress of the air. 

A miner was reclining on his rough 

and uncouth bed. 
Without a trace of linen or a 

cushion for his head, 
Watching the moonbeams dancing 

in the clouds fantastic form 
Where all elements of the evening 

seemed combining for a storm. 

His eyes were flushed and starey, 

his lips were parched and white. 
His brain was tossed by fever, 

in harmony with the night. 
For hours he calmly listened to the 

tempest's mad career 
Without the least misgiving or the 

semblance of fear. 

But suddenly gazed Eastward where 

three figures seemed to form 
On the canopy of coma, through 

the fury of the storm; 
The radiance of their faces, as 

beacons of the night 
Possessed the stricken miner with 

a wholesome, calm delight. 

—6— 



And the fever seemed to weaken, 

as he saw the figures there, 
Coming with the moonbecims 

through the night's tempestuous glare, 
And listened to the clatter of the 

children's scampering feet 
As hail stones fell in numbers through 

the rain and storm of sleet. 

The miner raised up higher and made 

a gesture wide 
As if to lead the children to his fond 

parental side; 
And to their call he answered, in 

accents loud and glad, 
'*! greet you all my children — 

yes, it is your Dad." 



—7- 



THE JOURNAL. 



The Journal is a stately sheet, 

beyond the slightest doubt, 
That gets the news, by every ruse, 

from sources all about; 
And in the place of vacant space 

'most anything will do. 
Provided that its sentiment 

is British thru and thru. 

They say that Jonsie crossed the line 

from Britain's wide domain, 
In quest of *'easy" money and 

an honorary name, 
By advertising **loyalty ' and 

''patriotism" too. 
Of that peculiar foreign brand 

that's British thru and thru. 

And now he is a man of power, 

and political renown, 
Who used to write up stocks and bonds 

and often mark them down, 
But lately gathered all the news, 

the false as well as true. 
And that which seem to please him most 

is British thru and thru. 

Should the secret lid be lifted, 

from the Journal melting pot. 
Would it disclose a trace of truth, 

or only common rot? 
Through its many editorials, 

may readily be seen. 
The method that NorthclifF may use 

to spread the British spleen. 

—8— 



ALLEN JOE. 



Old Allen Joe, on one dark day, 
Was born in Ireland, so they say. 
Away up north, where Royal stock 
The peasantry of Ireland mock. 

Where Craig and Carson, Noble Lords, 
Partake of Britain's favorite hoards. 
And comfort give the Monarch's claim 
Of right and power to **rule the main.'* 

But Allen in his early life. 
Departed from that land of strife — 
Renounced allegiance to the Crown 
And fortune sought in our home Town. 

He grew to manhood still possessed 
Of thoughts that fire the British breast 
And while beneath our glorious flag 
Of **Rule Britannia " he would brag. 

He found the ways the statesmen give 
The politician's right to live. 
And soon in Edd Smith's county fold, 
His political story often told. 

He sought by secret steps to tread 
The pathway where immortal dead 
From Masons heard the theme of truth 
For manhood and aspiring youth. 

He seemed to listen and to learn 
Degrees that Masons' lives concern 
Until, at length, upon him shine 
The secrets of the Mystic Shrine. 



And in the Shriner's banquet hall, 
Where spirits of the Masons call 
We hear our heroes proud acclaim, 
Of **rule Britannia" land and main. 

We see.^his hostile gesture wide 
Defying him who said, **you lied,*' 
And hear his lips proudly confess 
Pro-Britishjifnjpulse in his breast. 

A heart on which the impulse clings 
Of pride in palaces and kings. 
Who all ^lori^the centuries tread 
On bones and flesh of human dead. 

I say to manhood that he grew. 
In years and part in stature too 
But still his infancy of mind 
Was by pro-British rule confined. 

The Orange air he hales with pride. 
In England's church he may confide 
But still his venemous tongue will tell 
**The Roman creed is worse than hell.' 

But British power and Orange creed— 
The Justice which the Masons plead. 
And mysteries of the Shriner's light 
All fail to lead poor Joe aright. 

The hand of destiny seems to swing 
His conscience on a slender string; 
Too anxious for an extra toll 
He overweighs the load of coal. 



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And in the common prisoner's row, 
Before our magistrate must go 
And hear pronounced upon his cause 
**Transgressor of our Country's laws." 

Poor old Allen, dear old Joe, 
A shame it is he stumbles so — 
Must pay his fine and meekly hide 
His conscience in his British pride. 

He'd better seek Divine ablution 
For his dark souls' most vile polution 
At other, and superior shrine 
If Episcopalians pour his wine. 

If Joseph is a specimen fair, 
That British and Orange may bear. 
We'll give support, on land and sea, 
To Ireland's independence plea. 



CONGRESS. 



Away down in Congress may be found 
Examples of the merry-go round; 
That start out forward and then turn back 
Around and around on a single track. 

Go up at first and then flop down 
Resembling a circus clown — 
Day after day and mile after mile 
The **bazoo " blowing all the while. 

-11- 



The speed at first is somewhat slow, 
But faster around and around they go, 
Just watch the wheels their speed increase 
While **Andy" spreads the axle grease. 

Oh, Andy is the man of grace 
To pour the oil in just the place 
And as he spreads the grease around. 
Observe the figures leap and bound. 

There ought to be no wear or tear 
Where motive power is heated air, 
And accidents they need not fear 
While Andy is their engineer. 



WEARY FOOT-STEPS. 



Don't waste your precious moments 

in the pleasures that are dark 
And educate your conscience to 

regard it all a lark. 
Or venture on life's ocean in a 

weather beaten bark. 
In which a conflagration may be 

started by a spark. 
When your steps are growing weary 

and your form is somewhat bent; 
When you've lost your last position 

and your money has been spent; 
And you hear the agent calling for 

the payment of your rent 
In vain you may be searching for the 

friends to whom you've lent. 

—12— 



If you take a little liquor with a friend 

you seldom meet, 
Or gamble just a little for some 

recreation sweet, 
Or choose for your companions all 

the people of the street; 
In the waging of life's battles you 

will likely meet defeat. 

If you wade a little deeper, in the 

darker pools of sin. 
To draw a shining treasure from 

their slimy depths within 
You will gain no lasting pleasure, 

but instead may mire therein 
For men continue growing in the 

way that they begin. 



ALWAYS IN THE HOLE. 



A bold young man one wintry day 
Accompanied a lady to the West Cafe 
But found his cash had slipped away 
As the cashier showed him the bill to pay. 

Chorus. 
He's always in the hole, he's always in the hole; 
He spills the beans and spends his roll, 
He pays the price and takes his toll 
Always in the hole, he's always in the hole. 

This same young man one moonlight night 
Accompanied a lady for a windward flight; 
The engine balked and the aeroplane pitched 
And down they went to a watery ditch. 

He thought he'd try his luck one day 

At a merry game of chance that two can play — 

He threw his coin around so fast, 

That he lost first and partner last. 

-13- 



FALSE SOCIETY, 



Many women true and kind 
Of lofty purpose, noble mind 
Perfect manners, well refined. 
In society you'll find; 
Women striving night and day 
To help another on her way 
Ever laboring indeed 
To meet a sister' trying need. 

But the straggler will get in 
Bearing earmarks of her sin, 
Looking this way, peeking that. 
Shifting shoulders, tossing hat. 
Sliding elbows from her side. 
On her seat a gentle glide 
That, unknown to sister s dear, 
A worldly man she may draw near. 

Her perfume odor and her paint 
Nearly make the strong man faint; 
And the length her skirts are made 
Would indicate she s not afraid 
That the worldly eye shall greet 
The gaudy stockings on her feet 
Or the gay silk lining's thread 
Just above her forward tread. 

A few women how they dress, 
Seek their vanity to bless 
And their form to half disguise 
From the prying worldlings' eyes. 
Women's mind and women's wit 
Strive their pretty form to fit. 
One-half expose and half conceal 
Tighter than the orange peel. 
—14— 



Gaudy skirts and shoes of tan, 
To attract a worldly man 
Toward her feet and lower part 
Rather than her hand and heart. 
Oh, the faithful hook and eye! 
A yard of rope around her tie — 
Almost cut herself in twain — 
Attraction for a vulgar swain. 

Will saints immortal tell us why 
A woman opens half her eye 
And blinks with many a side glance sly 
As young and flashy men pass by? 
Or slant her nose and curl her lips. 
Twine her gown around her hips, 
Slightly raise her hobble skirt 
To imitate the common flirt? 

Nature placed her eyes before 

The bridge to view, 'ere she cross o'er. 

Nature made her form to grow 

Not to paint and squeeze for show. 

Nature made her tongue to use 

Not to slander and abuse. 

But what of nature's poky plan 

If she impress a worldly man? 

Gabbling women, old and young, 

Almost tear a leather lung 

With their everlasting tongue 

When gossip in their circle has been flung. 

Gossip false and gossip fair, 

Like the make-up of their hair — 

The vilest slander, is sweet to taste, 

A shame if aught should go to waste. 



—15— 



See the tall man in the East 
Speak and laugh at every feast; 
Always walking in and out 
Like the Devil's private scout 
Seeking whom he may betray 
Ere the dawning of the day, 
By his squinty eyes that dance 
Like the serpent's deadly trance. 

Watch the patron of instruction 
Lead the girls toward destruction — 
That married man whose glances sly 
Decoys Electa' s watchful eye. 
See him wriggle in his chair, 
Fix his collar, stroke his hair. 
And with his ready handkerchief 
Perform the signs of dire mischief. 

Sly and still lest he betrays 
The subtle message he conveys 
To Electa, open-eyed the while. 
The youthful maiden to beguile. 
Vain and fickle foolish maiden 
With wisdom ever lightly laden 
Who, unmindful of her work and duty. 
Thinks the fool admires her beauty. 

Western Star, Oh what a shame, 
To cloak such conduct with its name. 
Flashy married man and w^ife 
Girls portray the rudest life; — 
Poor remnants of the stalwart kind 
The Pilgrim fathers left behind — 
False and wayward wandering Chowder 
To blow him up would waste the powder. 



■16— 



And there's the man of innocence 
Who's always short of common sense. 
Weak in features, meek and mild, 
Playful as a little child; 
Of bounds his pleasure never know 
When he is the center of the show^. 
A friendly sort of man to meet 
But simply busting with conceit. 

Endowed with super-natural power 
To learn his work in half an hour — 
Mental marvel of creation, 
In his own high estimation. 
He'd better seek a surgeon's art 
To test Lis mind and sound his heart 
For brains grow soft and hearts are weak 
When burdened down by so much cheek. 

A wonder 'tis that skull retains 
Such quantity of worthless brains. 
Loudly laughs and silly talks. 
And like the Peacock proudly walks, 
Foolish women's pride and joy 
Simple maiden's common toy 
Happy, hollow, Charley boy. 
Vain and fickle girlish Roy. 



—17— 



SIR GEDDES. 



When all the teachers of our State 
In conference meet, their wits to mate, 
A Royal Mission may possess 
The right our teachers to address. 

Amazing statement, yet it's true, 
A high Ambassador sent to you; 
A Mission from a Monarch's land, 
Is sent to guide our teacher's hand. 

For stronger proof we have no need 
Of Britain's cunning, craft and greed; 
Her statesmen now, no doubt, aspire 
To guide our youth as they desire. 

Convinced am I he seeks to sway. 
Our teachers from America's w^ay, 
And may I warn you each and all. 
Be not deceived by Geddes' call. 

To members of the Teachers' Association in 
convention assembled, St. Paul, Minn., Nov. 4, 
1920. 



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AMERICA FIRST. 



In haughty England's yachting name 
Sir Thomas Lipton proudly came 
And challenge made to us again 
To prove superior yacht and men. 

United States at once displayed 
The records that our seamen made 
And quickly answered that **we will 
Contest our strength with British skill." 

The Skipper Burton and his crew. 
Their pennant on the Shamrock flew 
While Admiral Adams did prepare 
The Resolute with tender care. 

With friendly eyes the people greet 
The sailing of the racing fleet; 
And boats aglow with National pride 
Prepare to sail the yachts beside. 

But far beyond the mirthful thrills 
The omen of approaching ills 
And symbols of base hatred 
Are often heard and clearly read. 

Although in peace they say he came 
111 chosen is his vessel's name 
Since Ireland bears the smouldering fire 
Of Centuries' oppression's ire. 

—19— 



And if that fire bursts forth in flame, 
The ravages of war to claim, 
Proud England only reaps her own 
From seeds her men of State have sown. 

Go fling your pennant to the breeze. 
For peaceful sport in Irish seas, 
And to the new Republic send 
Your challenge as an equal friend. 

Did not Balfour and George proclaim. 
And for the people proudly name 
The rights to which they may aspire — 
To make their laws as they desire? 

For good or ill the seed was sown 
The tempest blast may soon be blown 
For surely will the people plead 
Performance of the things agreed. 

From Ireland's shore to India's realm 
A hidden hand directs the helm 
Of those stern vessels that demand 
The people rule their own, their land. 

Go bring from India's humble tombs 

Ten million skeletons and bones 

The victims of starvation pains. 

To grace the Court where Edward reigns. 

The British monumental claim 
Would put the Pyramids to shame 
If India's mighty towers were piled 
With bones of every starved child. 



■20— 



Don't ask your rectors to engage 
In prayer for increased daily wage 
For fear employers might pay 
An average of eight cents a day. 

But ask your missionary throng 
To chant the latest Indian song 
And all the British tongue invite 
To sing the chorus every night. 



Indian Lullaby. 



'*Safe in the arms of Balfour 
Safe on his British breast 
Dying of hunger and wounded 
Safely my soul shall rest. 

**Oh, the pangs of starvation and horror 
Among our poor people may spread 
But the British will rule us with **honor" 
While millions are dying for bread. 

**We were told that the God of the Christian 
Had compassion for misery and pain 
But the Lord of this British Dominion 
Seems to hanker for commerce and gain. 

**They may boast of the States they are making 
And their aid to our suffering lent, 
While the landlords are greedily taking 
The seventy per cent for their rent. 



—21- 



Perhaps too hastily I write 

These visions of my mental flight 

For on reflection, I confess, 

The **British tongue'* they don't possess. 

ill omen bears the hand of fate 
In worlds where avarice and hate 
With lust of conquest still remain 
To fire the heart and wreck the brain. 

Deep mystery veils the future years. 
Which may be wrought with smiles or tears, 
And darkness doth today defy 
The human mind to prophecy. 

Ill luled the hour when Wilson sped 
The power of discontent ahead; 
111 ruled the day when Allied art 
Agreed to tear the world apart. 

The power of discontent may grow 
Until a deadly powerful foe 
Of giant size and lightning speed 
May rise to crush commercial greed. 

The mighty spectre in the West 
Is rousing from his century's rest 
While in the East the Tiger's eye 
Is startled by the Spectre's cry. 

If these great forces shall combine 
And move along a common line. 
Return to seek a worthy prey 
All monarch's crowns may melt away. 



—22— 



Before six years were hardly past, 
Since Russia's fate with hers was cast, 
They turn and would destroy the men 
Who saved you from destruction then. 

When all but vanquished by attack 

The British moaned * 'Russia come back**; 

Poor Russia will her time abide 

She may **come back" but on whose side? 

By * 'peaceful blockade* they pretend 
To aid their lately faithful friend. 
From non-combatants, young and old. 
The bread of life they would withhold. 

Like jungle-bred carnivorous beast. 
Returning from its bloody feast 
A victor of the deadly strife 
Devours the men who saved its life. 

Are infant* s cries of no avail? 
Are all unmoved by widow's wail? 
The innocent and infirm must 
Succumb to your commercial lust. 

Is that the way the Savior fed 
The multitude the loaves of bread? 
Apply the Scriptures and refrain 
From quoting from the Christ in vain. 

Or sink your Bible in the sea. 

And say *'no more am I in need of thee. 

No rules within your pages bound 

For starving innocent are found.** 



—23— 



Your pious men of State may quote 
The story that the Savior wrote — 
**Give us this day our daily bread ' 
Is often by your statesmen said. 

While all about those halls I see 
Dark symbols of hypocrisy, 
Whose secret purposes would shame 
To quote the words the Scriptures name. 

**Give us this day our daily bread" 
"But starve all others" might be said 
If impulse that we plainly view 
Were spoken by the mighty few. 

The theme of Grace they utter w^ell 
But underneath their cloak, their shell, 
The deadly vipers of deceit 
With selfishness and greed compete. 

For cruelty a Lord may well 
Compete with Beelzebub in hell 
For surely Hell could never breed 
A finer specimen of greed. 

Hark! from London's dismal tower 
The silence of the midnight hour 
Seems broken by the dying moan 
Of Edward's heirs to England's throne. 

The infants torn from Mother's breast. 
The murderers' story well suppressed, 
In order that an infant, dead. 
Could never rule in Henry's stead. 



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To sages and to men of thought 
The history's pages always taught 
To-day your warmest friend may be 
Tomorrow's deadliest enemy. 

Lord Wellington at Waterloo, 
His watch before his vision drew 
As British troops were put to flight, 
And sighed aloud *'Blucher or Night." 

No word did England utter then 
Of cruelty of Prussian Men 
But all her army deeply prayed 
For Marshal Bluchers timely aid. 

The Prussian skill and acumen, 
Of Bluchers thirty thousand men 
Escaping from the French Grouchy 
Preserved the field that fatal day. 

Arrived from Ligney's bloody slopes 
They cheered the English dying hopes; 
And Britains, Empire now is built 
On blood that Marshal Blucher spilt. 

Let Monarchists in France rehearse 
Napoleon Bonapart's deadly curse 
Upon the men, who in that hour. 
Destroyed his world wide power. 

And I have not the slightest doubt 
In future years they'll turn about 
And hurl damnation in our face 
As they have done to Blucher' s grace. 



—25- 



Indeed, I think the time is near. 
For us to watch and ever fear 
Those hidden purposes of State — 
Our confidence to cultivate. 

For he who seeks a confidant 
On selfish motives may be bent, 
And use his confidential air 
The simple minded to ensnare. 

A friendly contest we admire, 
But underneath that sail and spire 
A propaganda plan I see 
Designed to gain our Sovereignty. 

We hear of tales of former days; 
We know the meaning of their ways 
And think of loans that they may ask 
With soldiers for their bloody task. 

We well remember Benedict — 
Whom British influence sadly tricked; 
And if our histories they revise 
No doubt they'll laud him to the skies. 

And in their ways we now behold 
Those self same policies of old — 
A **League of Nations*' lofty seat 
Was offered for a State's defeat. 

As Satan on the mountain high 

About him cast a greedy eye 

And freely offered rich reward 

To those who bowed and called him Lord, 



—26— 



So from his pinnacle of State, 
Embittered by a jealous hate 
A worldly monarch deftly tries 
To gain assistance by his lies. 

Their undue influence they spread 
About our men in college bred 
When once a weaker minded pair 
Was well within the Lordly lair. 

They talk of Christian ties that bind 
America to the master mind — 
On that same theme do they depend 
To hold their Eastern Ally friend? 

To us they talk of Christian grace 
While paganism they embrace 
And offer China to beguile 
The eastern graft and cunning wile. 

Because our language is the same 
Their propaganda agents claim 
By special methods of their own 
Our nation may be overthrown. 

Did you hear Freeman advocate 
A Sovereignty above our State 
And invite those opposed to go 
And live in distant Mexico? 

What! think you the American mind, 
Imbued with fairness to mankind 
Will lend a sympathetic ear 
To stories they encircle here? 



—27- 



Of England's great and liberal laws. 
Of wrongs endured without a cause 
Of fancied ties that ought to bring 
The world to bow beneath her King. 

Because a common language speak 
Must we forever vengeance reek 
And economically oppress 
All those who otherwise express? 

Is that the grace that rector's read 
Embodied in Apostles creed 
Or is the real Satanic wile 
Concealed beneath that docile smile. 

When by the Pearly gate they stand, 
And crave St. Mathew's welcome hand, 
Think you the language they may speak 
Will gain admission that they seek? 

If language is the source of charm 
To save the world from every harm 
Perhaps the British Statesmen can 
Adopt the language of Japan. 

Oh, hypocrites of deepest dye 
Whose actions doth their tongue belie 
They talk to us of language charm 
But in the air they don't disarm. 

Perhaps their lack of logic can 
Convince the thoughtless Englishman 
But much of Northcliffe's printer's ink 
Was never spread for those who think. 



-28— 



With inward shame and deep chagrin 
I read the web those sinners spin 
And long deplored, that fate hath rung 
Polution through the Mother tongue. 

Take not Sir Geddes at his word 
Reject the doctrines you have heard 
And ask if England's language dear 
To Ireland bears the boon of cheer? 

A pity it is our statesmen drink 
Such putrid sop without a blink 
And pour the propaganda down 
Without a question, thought or frown. 

Who plans to rule the seven seas? 
Who intrigues with the Japanese, 
While dire designs are slyly made 
To gain the deadly opium trade? . 

Not long ago a Nation's life 
Was wagered in a deadly strife 
And England proudly made the boast 
Of VICTORY for the Allied host. 

But soon for aid Lord Balfour came. 
And in the British Empire's name 
Renounced the right, from foe or friend, 
Her Empire's land or sea extend. 

With every innocence he spoke 
While underneath his martial cloak 
Were secret treaties in his hand 
Designed to conquer foreign land. 



—29— 



When back to wall her army stood 
Its banner bathed in British blood. 
On bended knees they made appeal 
For instant aid of * 'Yankee** steel. 

And quickly to their side we went 
And saved their Monarch*s crown unbent; 
We spent our gold, we shed our blood 
To stem defeat* s onrushing flood. 

But when our strength was full in view, 
Their pledges to the wind they threw; 
Their gratitude was turned to greed 
When '* Yankee* troops no more they need 

To parliament Lloyd George may boast 
**The next war of the Allied host. 
Automatically will claim 
Assistance in America* s name.** 

Another war, our Allied friends 
Then planned before the last one ends; 
And on our shoulders placed the task 
With no Congressional measures asked. 

I pause a moment to explain 
The meaning that his words contain. 
By ** Automatically** is meant 
Dumb motion void of all intent. 

It means to take away our right 
To judge the merits of their fight; 
Must we forever to them give 
Our right to reason and to live? 



—30— 



Their stealthy statesmen lately try 
Our Nation to their Kingdom tie; 
And feign their Empire would embrace 
The destinies of the human race. 

They seek to own our daily press, 
The local truth they would suppress 
And British cables did abuse 
Transmission of our foreign news. 

Beneath the banner of the church 
For worldly worth they always search. 
And move the Rectors, when they can 
To preach their propaganda plan. 

Perhaps the Presbyterians may 
At once the New York Banks repay 
The three and twenty millions spent 
In Inter-church World movement. 

Our people all would like to know 
How much of that was spent for show 
And if a great, or smaller part 
Has greased the propaganda cart. 

They seek the right to rule our land. 
Our Navy and our Arms command 
And make us bear the obligations 
Of all the Allied warring Nations. 

Go search the Nations of the Earth, 
From humblest lot to greatest worth, 
And see if you, in ought can find, 
Such avarice and insults combined. 



-31— 



To war they say for justice went, 
But soon on plunder they were bent 
And on our sons the burden lay 
To help the robber guard the prey. 

And not content with conquest made 
They seek again to whet their blade 
And fasten economic* s clasp 
Of all the world within their grasp. 

Now that their scheme is well exposed 
If former friends become their foes 
No right have they to moan their lot 
For they designed the worldly plot. 

With England's sons we will contend 
In peaceful sport a common friend 
But our Old Glory won't go down 
One inch beneath a Monarch's crown. 

Go back and to your Monarch tell 
The ** Yankees" sail their vessels well 
Good students of the former thought 
That Perry on Lake Erie taught. 

Go back and on those palace walls 
Observe the * 'hidden hand' that scrawls 
* 'Deception, greed, commercial lust 
Hath marked your Empire for the dust." 

Let worldly Monarchs free their mind 
For in this Nation they shall find 
Ten million men whose life will give 
To bid our Independence live. 



-32— 



IRELAND. 



Fair Ireland! within whose throbbing breast, 
Tho marred by persecution and oppressed, 
The fire of National Independence pride 
Has smouldered long, but never died. 

In this land of our Old Glory 

We are hearing Ireland's story 

Of her sorrow and her scenes of distress; 

And we are praying all the while 

For the dear old Emerald Isle 

That our God in his mercy may bless. 

There is a God on high above 

Whom the Irish people love 

And whose wrath the oppressor may fear; 

Who has heard the orphans' cry 

And has seen the faithful die, 

By the side of the lone widow's tear. 

And now we're striving for the hour 

When the cruel tyrant's power 

Will surrender to the free men and the brave, 

The merits of her cause and the power to make 

her laws, 
Free and clear from the chains that enslave. 

And the Irish hearts grow stronger 

As they wait and suffer longer 

For the freedom that in justice is their own; 

And we will pray and strive together — 

We will faint or falter never. 

Until the object of their effort has been won. 

—33— 



SNAKES IN IRELAND. 



Snakes there were in Ireland 

In the days along gone by 
That must have come from London 

By the poison in their eye; 
They would never walk uprightly 

But would always crawl along 
To seek a filthy living by the 

Lying of their tongue. 

When Patrick saw them coming 

Said he, **Follow in my track, 
We'll seize a long shillelagh, boys 

And drive the reptiles back; 
And if we find a copperhead, 

We'll call him Henry Eight 
And send him back to London 

There to take another mate. 

From Dublin on to Galway 

And along the way to Cork 
St. Patrick and the Irish boys 

Performed their faithful work; 
And then they cleaned the Northern part, 

As far as they could get. 
But, from every indication. 

There's a few remaining yet. 



—Si— 



At last the snakes were driven out. 

That is the kind that crawl, 
But Ulster may a few contain, 

That stand up straight and tall; 
What tho, they crawl or stand erect 

The purpose is the same 
To over run the Isle of Green 

And smear it all with shame. 

And now they say, those Irish lads. 

As Patrick said before, 
**We'll seize a long shillelagh, boys 

And drive them from the shore; 
And if we find a wily one, 

More crooked than the rest. 
We'll send him to the House of Lords 

A favorite Balfour guest/' 

V •*• •»• 

Snakes there are in tan and black. 
And some have stripes around their back. 
But when the snakes are in their nest 
The John Bull snake may eat the rest. 



THE DEMOCRATIC ASS. 



Four years ago last fall 
We heard a politician bawl 
And thought that what he said 

might possibly be true; 
But beneath his outward gloss 
His is the King of Double Cross 
As sure as one and one 

will equal two. 

—35— 



But there is one thing worse than all 
For Republicans to call 
Upon the hollow sounding 

propaganda brass, 
While beneath the loyal lash 
They keep a counting out the cash 
Upon the British coated 

Democratic Ass. 

I would like to question **BiH" 
About his gift in **Andy*s" will — 
A million cents a year, 

I think it said; 
For I think I see the hand 
Of the Democratic Band — 
And we'll cheer for Cox and Wilson 

When they're dead. 

We have often heard it said 
The Democratic party's dead, 
Or no one cares to know 

what it may be about; 
But one thing I know well. 
It will linger long in Hell, 
Before I cast the line 

to pull its carcass out. 



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LEAGUE OF NATIONS. 



We are thankful for the son 

From the State of Washington, 

Among the six and thirty other faithful men; 

And with Johnson in the ring 

There'll be music for the King, 

If Wilson tours America again. 

There's La Follette, France and Borah, 
Standing firm as Gibraltar, 
They are men of moral courage 

thru and thru; 
And for reasoning profound 
No better can be found. 
So give them your support 

in every thing they do. 

And McCormick may be there, 

He's a fighter true and fair, 

Ever faithful to our Country and 

It's Cause, 
He can twist the tiger's tail 
Till we hear his Lordly wail 
With a pack of Northcliffe's 

papers in his paws. 

And our Democratic Reed, 
To him we bid God Speed 
And we'll shout for old Missouri 

once again; 
For we enjoy the fun 



British statesmen on the run. 
When he picked the Cecil bubble 
with his pen. 



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If the Kingdom of Great Britain 
Thinks our Senate has been smitten 
By the draft of League of Nations 

that Lord Cecil's agent drew, 
It will find itself mistaken 
And our Nation still unshaken 
By the blast that Taft and Wilson 

with their English bellows blew. 



ALONE IN THE CITY TO-NIGHT. 



In the home that we made, 

By the old maple shade 

In the days of our joy and our pride; 

There a daughter one day 

With her bright winning way 

Came to live and grow up by our side. 

How the years quickly pass. 

Since our bright merry lass 

With her sunshine and pleasure was home 

Till the dawn of the day 

When she turned far away 

In the wicked and wide world to roam. 

Now she's gone from the shade 

Where in childhood she played 

And has entered the world's wide gate; 

And our hearts that were glad 

Now are lonely and sad, 

For we know that her danger is great. 

—38— 



Is she lured by the light, 
In the broad way so bright, 
While alone in the city to-night? 
May the teachings of truth 
That she learned in her youth 
Guide the girl in the city to-night. 

Refrain 

She's alone in the city 

Alone in the city to-night; 

Will she fall among evil companions 

While alone in the city to-night? 

Alone in the city, alone in the city to-night 

Will she fall among evil companions 

While alone in the city to-night? 



SLEEP, DOLLY SLEEP. 



Oh, Mamma, come help me! Oh, please do come 

quick, 
I fear that my dolly is going to be sick; 
I wonder if dolly has pains in her head. 
Her eyes are so big and her cheeks are so red. 

She seems to be stupid and dumpish today, 
She won't go to sleep, and I cant make her play. 
I don't like to slap her or scold her, would you? 
Are dollys like that with their teeth coming 

through ? 
Now be a nice dolly, till tea I prepare. 
The tea for my dolly, I make with great care; 
With ten drops of water and three crumbs Til 

make it. 
And season a little — perhaps she will take it. 

—39— 



That's all she can have for a day and a night. 
And then by tomorrow she may be all right. 
The diet for dollys must always be light, 
And dollys must never be up late at night. 

I think ril undress her and put her to bed, 
With heat at her feet and cool things at her head ; 
And then by tomorrow if she should be worse, 
I'll send for a doctor and have a trained nurse. 

Refrain. 

Close your eyes baby, and go to sleep now, 
Birdlings have flown to their nest in the bough. 
And baby, like birdlings, must lie down and rest. 
When the Sun, thru the sky, disappears in the 

West; 
And then when the Sun, in the East may arise, 
My baby, like birdlings, may open her eyes. 



BRIGHT AUBURN HAIR, 



I was informed that 

In days long gone by, 
A maiden was chosen 

By the shade of her eye; 
But now, as I listen, 

I hear men declare, 
A maiden is chosen 

By the hue of her hair. 

—40— 



No, none but the simple 

Or foolish would choose 
By the form of her bust 

Or the size of her shoes; 
In choosing a maiden 

Use greatest of care, 
For all will depend 

On the hue of her hair. 

Tresses of black. 

Brown or golden might do 
But rd choose the one 

With the bright auburn hue; 
You'll always be happy 

And free from all care 
If you get that girl 

With the bright auburn hair. 

Her manner is modest. 

Her temper serene 
She'll adorn any cottage 

Or mansion as queen; 
And if, in pleasure, 

You wish to be led — 
Her pace will be merry 

If tresses are red. 

Refrain. 
Bright auburn hair. 

Bright auburn hair — 
Of all the crown jewels 

That MonarcRs may wear. 
For natural beauty. 

Oh, what can compare, 
To a yard and a half 

Of that bright auburn hair. 



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THE GENIAL JEW. 



When I was broke, and hungry too, 
I'll tell you what 1 used to do, 
rd pass by every friend I knew 
Until I met that genial Jew. 

Only a watch or a diamond ring 

To the nearest broker you may bring. 

Explain that ten or five will do 

And see how quick he'll pull you thru. 

If you've been out too late at night. 
Or failed to win a campaign fight; 
There's one thing left for you to do. 
And that's consult a genial Jew. 

The interest charges may be high. 
From month to month as time goes by; 
But a few cents interest, more or less. 
Matters but little we must confess. 

That genial Jew, though a kin to greed. 
Is a mighty fine friend in time of need ; 
He has helped me, he may help you. 
Just call and meet that genial Jew. 



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THE MORRIS PLAN. 



The Morris plan, the Morris plan — 
To loan the coin to all they can; 
The interest rate is six per cent, 
With some expense when cash is lent. 

Just take your note, that's all you need, 
For honest men of modest greed — 
It takes good men to run the risk. 
Like Arthur Rogers Douglas Fisk. 

The interest in advance they say, 

Is just the way for you to pay; 

Then call each week for one short year — 

No harm or danger need you fear. 

They'll look you up and mark you down. 
And ascertain your place in town. 
And ask the others if they think. 
That City water is all you drink. 

Just press the button, spell the ncime. 
Of every friendship that you claim — 
Too many signers can't be had 
For they can't use a note that's bad. 

The officers are fine gentlemen all, 
A pleasure it is on them to call — 
Of all the plans that I can see. 
The Morris plan appeals to me. 

—43— 



TRUTH. 



In former days the mind of youth 
Was taught to love and speak the truth, 
But in these modern times, behold; 
The truth gives way to thirst for gold. 
Much business of the world, to me. 
Seems branded by dishonesty; 
Or may I say, in undertone. 
They let the Lord protect His own. 

In ancient days the bards have sung 

The truth from many a martyr's tongue. 

But now this money maddened race 

Will seldom see, or hear thy grace. 

A people's chieftain may, from day to day. 

Expound the theories of his mystic way, 

But when arrives the time to act his part 

His visions take to wings and quickly do depart* 

And when arrives the time to officers elect. 
Our laws to make, our welfare to protect. 
Campaign devices we listen to with ease. 
Since made they are, the multitude to please; 
But when too late, we startle with surprise. 
To learn the candidate deceived confiding eyes. 
His conduct gives his promises the lie 
As tho a pledge he bore to both the **wet'* and 
**dry". 

Ah, me! When I approach that doleful day. 
When these poor bones return to mouldering clay. 



No richer wreath, in parting may I crave, 

Than that cold stone, which marks my lowly 

grave. 
This simple statement justly may proclaim. 
Beneath the monumental lettering of my humble 

name; 
**ln strength or weakness, age or youth. 
Whene'er he spoke he spoke the truth." 



SATANIC OBSERVATIONS. 



The Prince of Devils, in his den. 
Bemoaned his lack of saintly men; 
And pondered how his agents might 
Ensnare more preachers in their flight. 

At length to Earth he thought he*d go, 
And view the places filled with woe. 
To learn if fiendish agents well 
Perform their services for Hell. 

The Prince on Earth, though well aware. 
That friends and foes might both be there, 
With pleasure sought, as welcome guest. 
The corridors of Hotel the West. 

One hundred men, with features stern. 
Prepared to listen and to learn. 
About the banquet hall await. 
The speakers' talk of Hell and hate. 

*'What, ho!" said he, **1 do declare 
My old friend Brown is speaking there; 
I wonder if they called on Nome 
To guide the drunken sinners home? 

—45— 



**Of all the men about the town 
I'd bet my crown on Nomie Brown; 
He knows the ways and all the tricks 
The church to mix in politics. 

**But who sits next to my old friend? 
A countenance I cannot commend; 
I'll listen to the speech he utters 
To see if it resembles Shutter's.*' 

"And at the table's other end, 
I see another sinner's friend; 
Tall and lank, who slowly talks, 
And bends knees before he walks. 

'Tm not at all afraid of him. 

He seems to lack religious vim, 

But still the Plymouth church, I'm told, 

A host of pharisees may hold. 

**What sort of meeting can this be. 
Conducted by these speakers three; 
Has Brown embraced religion's art 
Or do the preachers act his part? " 

"It's safe to say these men will do 
As my friend Brown directs them to; 
But still the preachers used to frown 
On things well known to Mr. Brown. 

'*l guess I'll stand behind my friend — 
My services to him may lend, 
If those two preachers over there 
Excell my Brown in pounding air. 



—46- 



**The National Sanctity League, they say. 

Will hold a banquet here today. 

Oh, yes! now I remember well. 

Their plans were made by me in hell.*' 

Conceived in London, New York bred. 
And by political dopsters fed 
It Sallys forth with catchy name 
On missions of deceit and shame. 

**The franchise fight,** a whisper said, 
**Is that where I devour the dead, 
Or only a political thrust 
Between the people and the trust?" 

**It seems a few short weeks ago 
They had a sort of **Franchise throw*' 
When Doctor Pushbell left his pew 
To aid the railway contract through.'* 

No wonder that the strangers ask 
The causes of the facial mask 
And commend why his features bear 
The mark of some peculiar care. 

Ah, yes behind religions holy theme 
A shadowy ghost is often seen; 
A figure that for ages stood 
Against its influence for good. 

The stately Schutter, self-possessed. 
The gaping crowd at first addressed; 
In accents grand he did extol 
The value of the human soul: 



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And in his liberal minded way 
For all humanity would pray; 
And recognized the people's right 
To differ on the franchise fight. 

But while the Courts of Heaven prepare 
For all good souls to enter there; 
The realms of glory, peace and bliss. 
Were not designed for Socialists/* 

**Let me suggest to my friend Brown 
Be sure to mark that theory down 
And don't permit a cleavage line 
Between good Socialists and mine. 

**How much of that will Dewey pass. 
Before the sacramental glass? 
He used to say, but may have lied, 
That **Christ for all creation died.** 

**But now his babbling accents can/t 
About the Railway franchise grant; 
I wonder if he needs the track 
To haul a slippery deacon back? 

**It*s well for me,** the Prince replied, 
'*My faithful captains long have tried 
To turn the preachers from their charge, 
Enticed by worldly things at large. 

**Now watch out Brown, your turn is next 
Remember well your given text. 
And neither commend nor abuse 
The beverage that you used to use.'* 



48— 



**The chances are that few men know 
Who holds the preachers here in tow — 
A sanctimonious smile or two 
May pass you for a preacher too. 

"Put on a meek religious air, 
Pretending to be just and fair 
But make the people plainly see 
No wealth is made dishonestly. 

**If you would gain a business end 
CXitwardly you must all pretend 
To serve the Lord, cuid lead the way. 
For sinful men to kneel and pray. 

**And when their guard away is cast. 
And none at length recall your past, 
Just slip your noose about the fools 
And make them all your handy tools. 

**Then curse the Socialistic creed, 
As bent for Hell at highest speed: 
The fiery blast they all shall feel 
Because they spoiled the franchise deal. 

**Oh, yes! good friend he knows the ways, 
To gain for Hell its highest praise; 
Just use a little worldly light 
To draw the preachers from the right." 

Then back to his secure abode 

The Prince of devils proudly strode, 

Slightly pausing to remark 

"Those preachers are my easy mark." 



—49— 



**If I can sway the preachers' art 
From sinful souls, with bleeding heart, 
To aiding franchises and trusts 
ril trail their pulpits in the dust.'* 

**ls Heavenly grace so thin 

or poorly strained, 
Or Rector's mind so weak 

and loosely framed 
That they, like humble workmen 

must combine 
To pray and preach their precepts 

so divine? 

"They say their saintly union 

ought to be 
Designed to rule through all 

Eternity 

What if a strike above should 

be proclaimed. 
Before the source of Grace Eternal 

hath been drained? 



THE BATTLE OF BALLOTS, 



For four long year, our Ship of State, 
Without a captain, mast or mate. 
Has floundered in tempestuous seas 
And drifted by each changing breeze. 

We heard the Master's trumpet call 
To * 'solemn referendum all" 
From North to South, from East to West 
To choose a Captain deemed the best. 

—50— 



And freely was the answer made, 
As foeman drew their ballot blade; 
And never has our National Life 
In graver danger waged a strife. 

In distant lands the plot was made. 
The tools were bought, the price was paid, 
To haul Old Glory from its mast 
By means of ignorant ballots cast. 

With confident, yet anxious breath, 
For National life or Freedom* s death, 
The Independent force arose 
And Internationalists exposed. 

And thanks to God, whose guiding hand 
Has often times preserved our land; 
The Spirit born from Lexington 
Proclaimed a mighty victory won. 

And now to Harding we have turned. 
From bitter lessons dearly learned. 
And in his hand we place the power 
To guide our craft in danger's hour. 

We know temptations have not passed 
And dangerous courses long may last. 
But confident at first we feel 
As Harding mans the steering wheel. 

V V "jP 

In dark oppression's lowly bower 
Where hunger woke in midnight hour. 
To wait a fairer happier morn. 
Our theme of Liberty was born. 



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And from that humble day of birth 
Where sorrow filled the place of mirth 
Poor wanderers from their native home 
Adopt a flag they call their own. 

Which like the sturdy rising oak, 
Tho smitten by the lightning stroke, 
As tempests struck its towering form. 
Withstood the fury of the storm. 

And now must we in silence mock 

The century it stood the shock 

While plans in foreign lands are wrought 

To lower the flag for which they fought? 

V •*• •*• 

The American Mother may fondly caress, 
The infant reposing upon her proud breast. 
While the statesmen of Europe are moulding 

their chains 
To fetter its form and encompass its brains. 

V *I* •jf* 

Dark rules the hand in want or wealth, 
That forward moves in ways of stealth, 
Toward the thing the heart hath yearned; 
With price unoffered and unearned. 



—52- 



THE TAGGING GAME. 



Three gentlemen in Paris sat 

around a table grand, 
To play a game of worldly fame, 

with an uncertain hand; 
Said one man great **I hate to state 

we're short a chap or two 
**But then*' said he, **Leave that to me 

I'll tell you w^hat w^e'll do. " 

And as he spoke their silence broke 

and all began to grin 
We'll take the name of tagging game, 

and bid the Chink come in. 
We'll bid the Chink come in. 

We'll bid the Chink come in 
Let's take the name of tagging game, 

and bid the Chink come in. 

I'll deal a hand on Honor grand 

and talk of purpose high 
Until we come to the Shantung 

then wink the other eye, 
We'll all declare the game is fair, 

till we are nearly through, 
Then I'm inclined to think he'll find 

we slightly clipped his queue. 

Then one man said, **I lately read, 

we ought to have a guest 
Let's send the note that Balfour wrote 

to Samuel in the West; 
We'll ask his Grace to take his place 

in Honor's game of tag, 

Well greet the dear when he gets here 

And let him hold the bag. 

—53— 



And so he crossed the briny main 

to turn a tagging trick 
But when he struck the Paris pike 

he nearly broke his pick; 
And then said they "You please will pay*' 

and all began to laugh 
**Your purse is long, your hand was strong 

but played it like a calf. 



SCRAPS. 



A fair maiden of summers sixteen. 
Thought that she was society's queen. 

So she painted her nose 

And walked on her toes, 
With an air that was all but serene. 

•5? v •»• 

Have you seen that old lady called Taft 
And the way that Balfour must have laughed 

As she traversed our land 

With no League in her hand. 
Like a frolicking bellowing calf? 

V ^ v 

A professor of one or two schools 
Thought that he was the master of rules 

But the British and French 

At the world's repair bench 
Pointed out his relation to fools. 

•5t» v "p 

A flashy young man they call Nimricks 
Who writes for the Journal prize Limricks 

Is a very poor poet — 

The readers all know it. 
For his meter is horribly mixed. 

—54— 



VIRGINIA. 



Lets stand on old Virginia s heights, 

and view the vale below, 
Where rivers winding in their course, 

to the Atlantic flow; 
And listen to the warbling brooks 

which seemingly relate 
The name that many presidents may 

call their native State. 

We grant to dear Virginia the 

honorary claims 
As **Mother of our Presidents" 

to classify their names; 
And as the list is thus compiled, 

two form a strange contrast 
The first is still the greatest, and 

the least is near the last. 

I lov^e to think of Washington, and 

read his life's career 
Of honor and of honesty, without a 

thought of fear. 
From Vernon on to Yorktown, where 

heroes forward fell 
To save our independence, that 

Arnold tried to sell. 

He bore the great temptations, all 

through his National strife 
For liberty and justice by its 

independent life. 
That future generations might 

rightfully possess 
A sovereignty for people, whom 

other powers oppressed. 

—55— 



Until the final chapter, when 

Nature claimed her own 
And beckoned his departure, for 

distant realms unknown. 
Most hoonred by all people, of 

every creed and race. 
Who love the truth immortal 

and liberty embrace. 

We see the mighty contrast 

as Arnold in his day 
Succumbed to foreign **honor" and 

accepted British pay 
To turn about on Washington; 

attack his native land. 
Enticed by praise and promises 

and ofFered a command. 

Just as the subtle Satan on 

Judea's mountain wild, 
Tried flattery and trickery to 

snare the undefiled. 
We hear the foreign temptor and 

patriots are grieved 
To see the dangerous offer by 

other hands received. 

I think I see a distant hand 

attempt to subjugate 
The National Sovereignty and grace 

that made our Nation great, 
I hail the kind of patriots 

our first great hero led. 
But at the name of Wilson I may 

blush and bow the head. 



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I loathe to speak the name of him 

who quickly soared on high, 
To grasp the foreign spectacle 

pre-eminent in the sky; 
Till wounded by the shaft of truth, 

precipitately he fell 
Into the vile abyss of scorn, 

far bitterer than hell. 

And gcizing further we behold 

Virginia's rising Sun, 
Still beaming, as in former days 

it shone on Washington; 
And as I watch I wonder how 

Heavenly planets red. 
That nurtured infant Washington 

affected Wilson's head. 

It is a strange phenomenon I fail 

to understand 
Unless they are obedient to 

Nature* s high command 
Whose law hath long been written 

''impartially shall shine 
On men of great distinction and on 

things of every kind." 

And peering closer I observe the 

place where Lincoln stood. 
When Blue and Grey the contest waged 

thru deluges of blood. 
Because that Southern rebel flag 

of Longstreet, Hood and Lee, 
Destruction wrought against the North 

to bind humanity. 



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And there among those rebel ranks 

a chaplain calmly prayed, 
That God, in his Almighty power, would 

send those rebels aid; 
He made no answ^er to that prayer, 

but seeming to relent 
He gave the rebel chaplain 

a son for president. 

But prayers the chaplain uttered 

were heard beyond the sea, 
An Empire that fought Washington 

expressed her sympathy, 
Until the Episcopalian pew, whence 

Jefferson Davis fled. 
Was forced again to recognize the 

flag that free men led. 

And now I pause to ponder if 

satellites combined 
About the rebel chaplain to mould 

his infant's mind; 
Or if, in awe, he listened to 

Jefferson Davis' prayer 
In St. Paul' Church of Richmond 

and if he worshiped there. 

But '*Mother of States and Statesmen" 

may still our love retain. 
Because she gave us Washington, despite 

her later shame; 
We may forgive her errors 

and glory in her past 
Provided that her latest will 

surely be her last. 



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INDEX 

Page 

Allen Joe 9 

Alone in the City Tonight... 38 

Always in the Hole 13 

America First 19 

Battle of Ballots 50 

Bright Auburn Hair 40 

Congress 1 1 

Critic 5 

False Society 1 4 

Ireland 33 

League of Nations 37 

Miner* s Phantom 6 

Public Opinion 4 

Satinic Observations 45 

Scraps 54 

Sir Geddes 18 

Sleep, Dolly, Sleep 39 

Snakes in Ireland 34 

Tagging Game 53 

The Democratic Ass 35 

The Genial Jew 42 

The Morris Plan 43 

The Journal 8 

Truth 44 

Virginia 55 

Weary Footsteps 12 



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